Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.